Midnight Special

Lyrics

Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring, And they march you to the table to see the same old thing. Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan. But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man.

Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring,And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man.